Pop Rocks in My Carpet
Nov
05
My Weekend in Poetical Free Verse
Pop Rocks.
Pop.
Rocks.
You pop, but you do not rock.
Why are you having a rave
In the corner of my family room
And on the bottoms of my feet?
Nevermore, quoth the Halloween candy nazi, nevermore.
Learning words, Magoo is.
Yesterday “hockey” and his own name.
He pronounces them exactly the same.
Never shall I know
Whether of himself he speaks
Or of the one true sport.
Drip drop.
Rain falls down.
The floods come up.
Please do not float away,
Oh my little house in the woods.
Filed under: all about me, fun, fun, fun
Julie Q. Says:
I totally picture the scene from So I Married an Axe Murderer here. Pop Rocks. Paaaaaahp Rocks. Did you also have a bass violin and black beret when you composed this fabulous poetry?
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Posted on November 6th, 2006 at 7:52 am
HLH Says:
please send your rain to arizona, we need it. Do they still make pop rocks? who knew? You’ll have to teach your kids the trick of pop rocks and carbonated beverages.
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Posted on November 6th, 2006 at 9:17 am
Mary Says:
Hilarious! I didn’t know they still made pop rocks. Rad!
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Posted on November 6th, 2006 at 10:03 am
jodijean Says:
mmmmm pop rocks, i almost bought some the other day, then i relized that they were “chocolate” pop rocks, i mean i love all things chocolate, but mixed with pop rocks? what is the world coming to?
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Posted on November 6th, 2006 at 10:53 am
Rebecca Says:
So my four year old decided to eat some of his Halloween pop rocks, and came into the living room with a desperate look. “THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH MY CANDY!” he said…. so that’s a no for pop rocks, then?
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Posted on November 6th, 2006 at 1:11 pm
amy a. Says:
At the mere mention of pop rocks the back of my tongue begins to fuzz voluntarily. Talk about muscle memory.
You could totally win a slam competition with that one!
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Posted on November 6th, 2006 at 4:02 pm
Traci Says:
LOVE the pop rocks poem. Free verse perfection.
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Posted on November 6th, 2006 at 4:57 pm
Elaine Says:
Yep. Now I have “Harriet, sweet Harriet; hard hearted harbinger of Haggis” stuck in my head.
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Posted on November 6th, 2006 at 6:02 pm
Sare Says:
Ouch. I would not want to step on pop rocks.
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Posted on November 6th, 2006 at 6:15 pm
Adam Says:
Love you and Magoo and the one true sport. I think you are totally justified in your blanket ban on pop rocks.
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Posted on November 6th, 2006 at 6:49 pm
Stephanie Says:
I have toothpaste in my carpet.
And Jolly Rancher.
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Posted on November 6th, 2006 at 9:33 pm
Kelly Says:
I wanted to let you know that I am thinking of you during this horrible flooding up where you live. I hope you and your family are safe. I also wanted to let you know that I just happen to LOVE pop rocks. Love.Them.Love.Them.Love.Them.
If you have any packs that you don’t want, you can send them my way.
I love the popping action.
Love.It.
Stay dry Sister.
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Posted on November 7th, 2006 at 4:41 pm